Pull back the quilt of the star filled morning, before the day is born,
Gaze into the eyes of the iridescent moon through the cloudy sky.
The stars will still sparkle and dance on the mountains forlorn.
And where you look so do I.
There I will meet you in a heavenly sphere
Miles and moments not so distant or long
In the face of Diana there will be no tears.
I will see you and you will hear your mother’s song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem